I've spent so much of my adult life in relationships that it's actually quite pleasant to be alone at last. I turned thirty-six the other day, which staggers me when I think about it.
We must remember to enjoy ourselves.
I want truth. I'm crying out to hear it. I need it like oxygen.
Seven thirty in the morning is too early for a man of my standing.
I can't abide small talk.
I once knew a girl who didn't know where anywhere was in the world. Not a clue. I asked her if she knew where Africa was and she answered, 'Is it the orange one on a map?'